叶芝的诗：《Easter,1916》

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叶芝的诗  "Easter,1916"。
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坦白的说, 这首诗相对较长，据说叶芝在写作时精神处于困扰和迷茫的状态，起义领导者之一是其爱慕对象的丈夫，而他像一个通常温和的人那样既惋惜逝去的鲜活生命，又对暴力对其理想中和谐境界的破坏感到恐惧。诗中传达出一种不安、痛惜与怅惘。全诗抄录于下，有兴趣的读者可以仔细读两遍（不过这诗真的很赞，还是认真读读吧）。
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Easter, 1916
   
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- z& A: ^, `; r" }( _' ~. z1 pI have met them at close of day
  r5 {* U) L2 S* r0 CComing with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
4 f/ _) w0 B. o2 VEighteenth-century houses.
* r+ G# u3 ~  W" b# X  nI have passed with a nod of the head
0 p" F+ e0 [1 S# KOr polite meaningless words,
4 N5 X/ H7 g: m9 E/ _Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
$ `) ^* V% z* K' x! ?Of a mocking tale or a gibe
. B1 Q8 j: S& [9 P; yTo please a companion
: @5 [  S, ?% iAround the fire at the club,
, x$ J5 d; z* t2 a) ~: rBeing certain that they and I
* \' D& F6 E0 nBut lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
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That woman's days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
/ |( u' w' B: f7 R# \3 i! RHer nights in argument
$ B! q" }) k3 A% TUntil her voice grew shrill.
, f# m1 W) Q3 A5 s# t! TWhat voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
) o2 E6 j8 j$ \She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school
9 [# C, G4 @1 c5 P  DAnd rode our winged horse;
This other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
3 Z- u; e! K' P& `% m1 f/ MThis other man I had dreamed
4 P4 Z+ z3 @* k( FA drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
) e: q: A0 Z; gTo some who are near my heart,
; ]" e$ f2 L  l- _" U6 @Yet I number him in the song;
9 Q8 a8 b* Y& O) h! q/ S1 m% s7 a0 NHe, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
' X) I: l6 m  R1 j! qHe, too, has been changed in his turn,
0 O. T+ C& V0 i! y/ p* jTransformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
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Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
( l5 B  ]7 A/ ^0 ~9 _+ g( z, zTo trouble the living stream.
* U# \$ w7 y  X' o* X5 QThe horse that comes from the road.
The rider, the birds that range
! E! Z8 f) z2 Q  a- Z) b+ KFrom cloud to tumbling cloud,
4 O7 Z, A; C$ K4 a8 }# f! U: {) @' t% sMinute by minute they change;
% h9 F8 z8 k. W8 CA shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
4 n  X* A4 N; y  o3 nAnd a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
: D6 |7 x4 D# G/ v  D1 }) K4 A, @Minute by minute they live:
/ q% B0 E0 o( u9 n+ WThe stone's in the midst of all.

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
, W2 l9 D0 i) l, wO when may it suffice?
4 I+ g5 R8 U- z% S( T6 S9 w: j2 wThat is Heaven's part, our part
  u* G8 G' g8 U3 _# q: A# q' I. OTo murmur name upon name,
; F) a3 Y$ f# x6 W' [" q% YAs a mother names her child
$ W7 l9 {9 @5 H( C' T; E) s2 r4 nWhen sleep at last has come
1 p& Q; x9 L+ Z' ?3 T  u3 BOn limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
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$ ^/ H/ V- c& q9 e7 u( v- i- oFor all that is done and said.
1 K- Z6 ]8 ?& ^8 d& T1 mWe know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
' c+ v6 ]% u+ ^, h: \' k9 y6 S# jAnd what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
3 A& C1 l1 D) l4 o4 ^4 q% QI write it out in a verse -
MacDonagh and MacBride
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Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

imwangqi

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samsammi

。。好悲的诗。。。